Some are like that because of the media. Some are like that because someone has been bullying them about their weight, or their looks, or some other silly reason. Some women are happy with how they look.

I think it's pointless. Why not just go with the flow? What's the hurry?

Apparantely, nobody does it better.

I guess I am. More like comfortably grieving. A person as young as I am, wouldn't expect to lose their ex the way I did. Not at this age.

I've had one ex make me feel like total rubbish, but deep down, I know that I'm very accepting of myself. I'm not about to go into a speech about how god made me this way, and so on. I'm just quietly confident. What other people say about me, isn't a worry.

Years and Years-Real. Can't remember if they'd released this track. I'm just addicted to this song, every time I hear it. I remember first hearing it from a radio DJ.

Swag is a type of curtain?

I don't care what a man's occupation is. As long as he's got swag.

I regret that you and the rest of our friends got so caught up in it. I just can never be sure of him. It always comes from YOU that he cares about me. Should I believe that? I know we joke with him, and we pretend that he fancies me. That's just us being humorous. He's flirted with me a few times. Not that I would ever let you know it. As you all always seem to be creating a love story about me and him. Why do you all keep doing that?

That's a racist quote in itself. I'm not saying anymore than that. I'm just saddened by the whole thing. This bandwagon has passed. I refuse to jump on it.

I have one from last year. I don't really talk about it to anyone. I just keep hoping that he'll get what he deserves.

Maybe you have social anxiety. Don't quote me on it. It's just maybe.

I could never write an autobiography about myself. There are some very hurtful memories, that I don't want to remember. Memories that I WISH I couldn't remember. I'd like to have an off switch in my brain.

I'd choose love. I function at my best, when I'm in a relationship. Not to say that I'm useless when I'm single. I just function BETTER when I'm in love.

He is caring, but not when his Schizophrenia kicks in.
He always hugs me, when he see's me.
Why does he kiss my hand? I'm not the queen.
He asks me how my family are.
He sometimes puts effort into spending time with me. Unfortunately, yet again, that will depend on whether his Schizophrenia is making his mood low, at that given time.
I think he will make a nice boyfriend for whoever he ends up attracted to.

I'm not sure if some turn to alcohol or drugs, because they find a certain life situation more than hard to deal with. I know a few neighbours who are quite like that.

Help me clean my flat. Not that I don't do it. It's just that I sometimes get tired easily. Even when I get enough sleep. I normally do the washing up, first, then I clean the floors. I have to do my housework in bits, as doing it all at once would leave me feeling faint.

I keep thinking Jenna Coleman has a slight Japanese look about her. I think it's her eyebrows. Not sure.

I don't like the clothes or style of rappers. We all have our preferences. I don't like the over-done make-up on some women. Not keen on the pencilled-on eyebrows, or tans that are literally orange or too dark for the person. I don't understand how some women can be bothered with all that. It would take up too much of my time. Pencilling on, our eyebrows. Weren't we born with them attached to our face? What's that even about? False nails look fake if they aren't filed down. Teeth that are too white and teeth that are too yellow/green/brown. Seen it all.

I once dated a bipolar [not saying that ALL bipolars do this], he sent me a very long-winded text, about two pages long, about what I apparently did to make him angry.
Kept trying to remember when I did any of those things. Seeing as I was the one doing the dumping, it of course gets his back up. He suddenly felt a need to be all angry. He wasn't his usual self. Who is, when they've just been dumped?


I won't go into much detail about personal things. He keeps turning up, in random places. I've had my eighth reunion with him. Makes me think he's a sly spy. Well you never really know.